Chapter 142 Falling to Death
He stared at the dark room with wide eyes, feeling as if there was a dark shadow watching him.
Then he quickly turned around and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. The hazy black shadow disappeared in an instant, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Just now...was that a dream?"
He murmured softly, only then noticing that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Because he dreamed that Fu Quezhou fell from a building.
After realizing that it was just a dream, Su Yumian laughed at himself and said, "It seems that what you think about during the day will appear in your dreams at night, which is why you have such strange dreams."
After saying that, he threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and went to the living room to get some water.
After drinking a glass of cold water, he no longer felt sleepy, or rather, he was afraid to sleep for fear of having another dream.
I simply moved a small stool, opened the door, and sat on the balcony, watching the heavy rain outside that was falling like crying, and I sat there until dawn.
Father Su got up at this time. Seeing Su Yumian sitting at the door, he was stunned. He walked over and asked, "Mianmian, why are you up so early?"
Su Yumian stood up upon hearing the sound and walked towards the living room. "I couldn't sleep, so I got up and sat for a while."
Father Su felt very distressed when he saw his increasingly thin back. It had been three years, and that person still hadn't appeared. He didn't know if it was worth it to keep waiting.
Seeing Su Yumian enter the kitchen, Su's father followed in and said hesitantly, "Mianmian, why don't you go back to your hometown with Dad? It's not a good idea to live here all the time."
After all, this is not their home.
Su Yumian paused when he heard this and lowered his eyes to look at the empty soy sauce bottle.
"We're out of soy sauce. I'll go to the store to buy some."
When he passed by Su's father, he stopped and whispered, "If I leave, what if he comes back and can't find me?"
They were separated here, so he had to stay where he was and wait for him to come back.
"If he was going to come back, he would have come back a long time ago. Why wait until now?"
Father Su wanted to say this, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
Three years had long since made his hatred for Fu Quezhou disappear.
He also learned about everything Fu Quezhou had suffered in the warehouse three years ago in order to save Su Yumian.
How could he hate someone who was willing to risk his life for Su Yumian?
"…good."
In the end, Father Su could only let Su Yumian continue to wait.
The rain had stopped at this time. After being washed by the rain, the cement road surface looked like it was covered with a layer of dark glass, reflecting the clouds that were about to disperse in the sky.
Su Yumian came to the door of the convenience store. At this time, only the owner's wife and her son were in the store, and they were watching TV.
"Aunt Lan, get me a bottle of soy sauce."
Hearing the voice, the proprietress turned around and saw that it was Su Yumian. She immediately smiled and said, "It's Yumian. You're here so early."
As the proprietress spoke, she reached out to the shelf, but found nothing.
"Oh, it's out. Wait a moment, I'll go inside and get it for you."
"good."
The boss's wife turned around and went into the warehouse, while her son was sitting in front of the TV, holding the remote control and looking for cartoons to watch.
Su Yumian was standing at the door, bored, so she started watching TV with him.
"Hello, children, we meet again. Today..."
"It is reported that Fu Quezhou, the eldest son of the Fu family, fell to his death from the Anshan Mental Hospital last night..."
"The animation has begun..."
Su Yumian was shocked when he suddenly heard the familiar name, and he walked quickly into the convenience store.
He said to the boss lady's son, "Move up, that news just now..."
The boss lady's son looked at him strangely, then pressed a button on the remote control, and the TV immediately switched to the news just now.
"HG Company's former president, Fu Quezhou, was admitted to Anshan Mental Hospital due to a relapse of his illness. However, he unexpectedly fell to his death last night. The Fu family has already brought his body back for burial. Now, another news item..."
After seeing this news, Su Yumian stood there in a daze as if he had been cast into a spell.
The whole world seemed to have been muted. The host on TV was still opening and closing his mouth, but he couldn't hear a word.
Just then, the proprietress came out with soy sauce and handed it to him, "Yu Mian, here, soy sauce."
Su Yumian subconsciously reached out but failed to grab it, and the soy sauce bottle slipped from her trembling fingertips.
It exploded on the cement floor with a "pop" sound, and the dark brown liquid splashed everywhere like ink, staining his pale trouser legs.
But he was completely unaware, and just stumbled forward half a step, his fingers curled up unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms.
What was being reported on the news at that moment actually matched the nightmare he had last night.
He dreamed of Fu Quezhou falling from a building last night, and it actually happened today. How could it be such a coincidence?
"What...what does this mean?"
His voice was so dry that it seemed almost forced out of his throat. His eyes were fixed on the TV screen, as if he wanted to pick out the cold news subtitles one by one.
"Fu Quezhou...is he dead?"
The last trace of blood on his face faded, and his lips trembled slightly uncontrollably.
The light from the sky that had just cleared after the rain fell through the window onto his face, giving it a fragile pale hue.
The scene in the warehouse three years ago when Fu Quezhou risked his life to protect him, the countless days and nights of waiting over the past three years, and Su's father's helpless sigh just now...
All of this collapsed and shattered into pieces at this moment.
He suddenly raised his hand, not to wipe away the cold tears that had rolled down his cheeks, but to press it hard against his chest.
It was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping that place, making it impossible for him to breathe and he could only let out broken and suppressed gasps.
The proprietress was startled by his appearance. Seeing him staggering and his face pale, she hurriedly supported him and asked worriedly, "Yu Mian, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Yumian's eyes rolled hollowly, and the tears in his eyes fell as he looked at the proprietress. He murmured softly, "No, he won't die..."
Then he pushed the proprietress away and staggered out of the store.
He didn't believe that Fu Quezhou died just like that.
He ran to the side of the road and stopped a car. After getting in and telling the driver the address, he kept comforting himself in his heart.
There has been no news for three years. It is impossible that the first news we heard about him was his death. Impossible!
After a long journey of several hours, he finally arrived outside Anshan Mental Hospital.
He opened the car door and rushed into the mental hospital, where a male nurse was walking towards him.
He grabbed the male nurse's shoulders and asked in a trembling voice, "Where is Fu Quezhou's ward?"
The male nurse was shaken and dazed, frowning and saying, "Sir, please calm down. There are still many patients here who need to rest..."
"Tell me where it is!!" Su Yumian finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and yelled at the male nurse.
The male nurse was startled by Su Yumian's red eyes. He pointed upwards and stammered, "On the 6th floor, room 6-3..."
Su Yumian immediately let go of the male nurse and ran towards the elevator. Seeing this, the male nurse chased after him and shouted, "Sir, you can't go up there. It's sealed off!"
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